Students’ Poems:
Beautiful Place
Staring into the misery of night
The sky is dark and gray.
No one ever sees the light
The sun and its forbidden rays
The gray clouds drift in the sky
As the velvet rose slowly wilts and dies
No one know where this place exists
It exists in the minds of darkful (sic.) abyss.
Chemistry
This is a poem about what bothers me,
I go to Bolsa Grande you see
The classes fly by way quickly
Until I have Mr. Tranchi.
His class is hard as hard can be,
His class can only be Chemistry.
Damn I hate Mr. Tranchi
For giving me a stupid “D.”
Blue
The blueness of the ocean and the sky
To the color yellow of the sun way up high
Purple, red, and orange flowers add beauty to Mother Nature,
Green grass adds texture to the picture.
They colors of the rainbow
Make our world wonderful
Without colors the earth would be bland
So we need to maintain the beauty by lending our helping hands.
Leave Me Alone
My poems are boring,
My poems are dumb,
I don’t know how to write poems,
I don’t like to try,
So just leave me alone.
I started to try,
And all I got was this,
But its (sic.) only complaining,
So this doesn’t count.
Now I refer back to my fifth statement,
Just leave me alone.
Dark and Lonely
A life full of happiness, until . . .
It became dark and lonely.
I was very young an didn’t know what was going on,
The only thing I could do was move on.
I knew it was all up to me to have my heart full of glee.
At first people stared,
But I never really cared, I wasn’t the first person in the
World with divorced parents.
Everything Changed
Everything was different around my house
Everything was moved out
Until my parents told me what was going on
Weeks later, I found myself in a new place
People were starring at me
I stared at them
I was afraid
Afraid of the people
So I knew that I had to get used to it
It was raining that day
My father at work
My mother cleaning up the house
My brothers with their video games
I wanted to go outside
Outside was the place
I wish the rain had stopped
Gear
I gear it in the morning
I gear it in the afternoon and
I gear it in the night, and sometimes when I go to sleep too
I got some matching Timb boots, Air Force 1 and Jordans,
Some people say it’s too much,
But I say naw that ain’t true
I be stompin in my forces
Balling in my J’s
Girl’s be like you go Jay.
It has animals that eat grass
The natural animals,
They run with wind.
A Screaming Inside
I want to show the world
I want everyone to see
All the thoughts and ideas that flow inside of me
There’s so much no on knows
So much that no one sees.
About the way I fell inside, my thoughts and all my needs
Maybe it’s that they don’t look
Or the fact that I don’t show,
Either way, there are things inside that no one seems to know
The Day it Happened
It happened on Thanksgiving
It happened in a room
It happened while I was sleeping
What else is there to say
It happened that a man walked
In the room
Without a knock or hi
It happened that he came to abuse
A child
A child with no mother by her side
It happened on a night, a night of
Terror and tears
It happened on thanksgiving
And the little girls . . . was me.
In the Morning
In the morning,
I shall see the sun rise before me.
Shining its light
Throughout the land.
Letting me see how bright the world is.
But at night when the sun goes down,
Creatures come out of there caves.
Wolves howl at the moon
To let the monsters out.